Page 79 of Clash
“What’s up with you, man?” he asked, eyeing me curiously.
“Nothing. Why does everyone ask that?”
Wasp laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you keep disappearing for days upon end. You got some secret family out there or something?”
I stilled, but then shook it off like his words didn’t throw me. “Of course not, asshole. You know me, always the bachelor.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
He didn’t seem convinced, but I was determined to keep Gina and Alex hidden. The less people knew about them the better.
“I’m glad you didn’t get locked up, Brother,” I quipped, slapping him on the shoulder.
“Me too. Pussycat said that unless you become someone’s bitch, you’re a sitting duck in there. No thanks. The ass to dick lifestyle just isn’t my thang.”
At that moment, Skid and Pussycat strolled into the room, emersed in a deep conversation. It was a little odd how attached the two had already become, but I shook it off, much like all the other things I ignored lately.
“We’re on lockdown,” I informed him, saying it loud enough for Skid and Pussycat to hear. “Nobody leaves.”
“Not even you?” Wasp asked, smirking just a tad.
“Yeah, not even me…”
27
Clash was poised on a lounge chair, studying me from across the room. The desperation and need in his eyes were an alluring draw, one that had me fighting every urge to flit across the room straight onto his lap. After the deep conversation we had the other day, he revealed things about himself that scared the fuck out of me. I knew I didn’t want to be involved in that kind of lifestyle, but I also couldn’t explain the odd draw I had towards him.
“Are you sure we aren’t your prisoners?” I asked him, breaking the strange silence that has been our norm since he returned. I wanted to ask him about what happened, but he looked defeated and tired.
He scoffed. “Do you still think that little of me? Gina, you’ve been free to go whenever you like, I just asked you to stay because I knew you’d be safer here.”
“You literally dragged me out of a safe environment to bring me back to your biker lair, Clash. I wouldn’t call that safe. I call that dangerous.”
“Your definition of safe is vastly different than mine, Gina. Nothing was safe about you living with her. What could she havedone for you if your ex came sniffing around?” He gave me a pointed look. “She couldn’t protect you like I can.”
“But you haven’t even been here the last few days. If anything, I’ve been protecting myself.”
“But I’ve kept an eye on the house the whole time. Trust me, I would’ve been here if I could. I just had something I needed to take care of first.”
“And did you?”
He nodded. “Now I’m taking care of what matters most to me.”
“And what is that exactly?”
He careened his head toward Alex who was sleeping on the bed, and then motioned to me. “Your son and you.”
Melting. Fuck, why did he have this strange effect on me?
“Admit it, Gina. You didn’t leave because you knew the safest place for you, is wherever I am.”
He was right, but his ego didn’t need a compliment to make his head any bigger. I waved to his loft, admiring the modest design that was shockingly clean… again. “Are you sure you’re not married? Your loft is always way too clean for a man like you living here.”
“A man like me?” His head quirked to the side, a devilish smile toying with his lips as he drank me in. Jealousy overwhelmed me as he brought the clear liquid to his lips, that full pout curling around the side of the glass, and pulling a swig as it wet his tongue.
Fuck, I never wanted to be Vodka more in my life.
My legs scissored together, reminding myself just what that tongue did between my thighs. Visions of what his brown locks felt like between my fingertips, his stubble stroking against the inside of my thighs, and that abnormally long tongue lapping at my center until I came, only fueled the fire more, making me want him.
